Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 18

A faint sound of running water echoed through the phone.

Briony's breath hitched, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Irwin's fever still hasn't broken. The tests say he has acute bronchitis and pneumonia-he needs to be admitted for IV treatment."

Rosita's voice instantly tightened with worry. "How could this happen? Wasn't he perfectly fine when Stewart dropped him off this morning?"

The accusatory tone made Briony's brow furrow. "Ms. Lockwood, I have to remind you—Irwin's health is fragile. He has a long list of dietary restrictions."

With that, Briony ended the call.

She clenched her phone and glanced at Irwin, who lay on the hospital bed, sweating and restless even as he slept. A burning frustration twisted in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

A nurse came in and started Irwin's IV.

After about fifteen minutes, Irwin began to sweat, and his fever finally started to subside.

Just then, the door to the room swung open.

Stewart and Rosita hurried inside.

"Irwin!"

rushed to the bedside, tears streaming as she saw her son sleeping, hooked up to the

cheek

blinked groggily awake, and when he saw Rosita,

with emotion. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart. I'm right here

"Mom, don't go...'

not going anywhere." Rosita's tears came harder, her love and worry

and he

if Irwin had fallen

handing it to her. "Irwin's just resting.

"It's all my fault. If I

her shoulders, patting her gently. "Irwin

wept, Stewart murmured soothing words, comforting

unfold. Pain pricked at her chest, sharp

she had no reason to

word, Briony slipped out of the room. As she turned the corner, she nearly collided with Fiona, who was striding

stepped aside, but before she could react, Fiona raised